Gettin’ Sweaty With It!

My Google Reader is constantly in a state of “1000+ unread items” and I’m not going to lie, it stresses me out. I have so many blogs I like to keep up with, but not zillions of extra hours in the day to scroll through the endless amount of prose. Categorically, they’re all divided into 5 groups:

  • All the random shit that teaches me things andor makes me laugh
  • Fashion Biddies I’m Jealous Of
  • Running Biddies I’m Jealous Of
  • Social Media and WERK
  • Friends Who Write Shit

 

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Just a small sampling…

 

The “Social Media and WERK” folder gets down to zero the most often because I justify reading endlessly to stay up on social/digital/marketing/advertising/suck a tail pipe/etc. The folder that I like reading the most? Definitely “Running Biddies I’m Jealous Of” (which has morphed to now include running dudes and a few other sweat lovers that may not be 100% runners but still motivate me just the same). If I’m not in the mood to lace up on a certain day, I just hop on over to a few of my favorite run-writers and after a post or two I’ve either shamed myself into getting out on the road because if they can do it I can do it or feel totally exhilarated by their posts and no longer have any doubts about whether I should be slamming the pavement or not! Pretty good system, if you ask me. Any other fitness blog suggestions out there??

 

Sweat achievements of the last week:

Tuesday – Pop Physique

Wednesday – YBB

Thursday – 4 mi. Run

Friday – REST (aka Ice Skating date with my bestie)

Saturday – 8 mi. Run

Sunday – REST (wasn’t planned, but the Patriots game coupled with the Golden Globes quickly ate up my day)

Monday – 3 mi. Run / YBB

 

Anyone else behind on marathon training?? I’m starting to get a little worried about my current condition…

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Hey, Hey, LBK, what kind of blogger are you today?

Every few months I get a new surge of motivation/desire to blog more. (See here. And here.) I’ll write a post and have this whole big plan of continuing on, finally keeping it updated. And, somehow, that never comes to fruition. That lonely post languishes until a few months down the line when it finally gets bumped down in the ‘Hey, Hey, LBK!’ archives.

 

Maybe a new year is the perfect time to make that change. Walking from work to Pop Physique today, I was ruminating on why I haven’t been able to stick to a blog publishing schedule in months years past and, in doing so, thought about all of my favorite blogs and why I like them so much. I like personal accounts, I LOVE fitness and running blogs, I enjoy fashion and style spots, and I can even appreciate yummy pictures of food as long as it’s not the only thing you’re posting. But, with all of these examples, I do like the focus and consistency the bloggers have. I lack that focus for what I want to blog about. So I’m taking a cue from my favorites and assigning each day of the week a topic.

Sunday: food

Monday: entertainment/culture/LA

Tuesday: fitness

Wednesday: style

Thursday: travel

Friday: friends/catchall inspired by Whatley’s Friday Five

Saturday: social media/tech/marketing/branding

 

VERY IMPORTANT DETAIL: This does not mean I have to blog every day. I think for now I’m aiming for 2 days a week, but with this breakdown I’ll have something to go off depending on which day(s) I choose to post. (Let’s be honest, I’m going to do Tuesdays. Every. Week. Get ready for some sweat.) Also, some of these overlap. I’m ok with that. Hope you are too. Maybe it will make it easier for me to always have something to write about…

 

In the spirit of this new venture, here’s my Tuesday fitness report for the last week:

Tuesday (1/1): rest day AKA Happy New Year

Wednesday: Yoga Booty Ballet w/ Kristen (my favorite!)

Thursday: Pop

Friday: rest (got sick on the plane back from Boston and 100% needed some refuel time)

Saturday: AM yoga

Sunday: Runyon x2 followed by 4 mi. run

Monday: rest (still sick…)

 

Boom. Sweat city.

 

I’m currently training for the LA Marathon in March (65 days!) and the Fargo Marathon in May, so look forward to lots more running appearances (I love cross training too much and really need to devote some serious Mizuno time on the asap).

 

I leave you with this, because it has made me laugh for a month straight.

Running Horizons

OK! Two races on the agenda in October, so I’m buckling down and trying to get hardcore about training again. After THE MARATHON I took 5 days off from any exercise whatsoever, and a month off from running. Sprinkling a few runs here and there (got a killer 18-miler in one Saturday in May), I mostly focused on hiking, yoga-ing, dancing, and sculpting classes over the summer. I had a pretty good inkling that I would do the LA RnR Half Marathon again at the end of October, so I registered way back in January… And then a certain someone convinced me to sign up for the BAA Half Marathon just three weeks before LA…so…yay! Running! Have to get back into it!

Luckily, I have ALL of these to choose from! I think the Mizunos will be racing in both October halfs, so I have to start breaking those bad boys in.

I finally sat down at the end of July and set out my goals for the next few months and wrote out my beautiful training calendars before taping them to my wall (right next to my door so they mock me every time I come and go!). Every day I complete gets highlighted in yellow, and if (when…) I skip a workout it gets highlighted in pink (ANGRY!).

Highlighters! Color coding! Marking things off like a boss!

SWEAT PLAN FOR THIS WEEK:

Monday – Yoga Booty Ballet

Tuesday – Run 5 / Late Night Yoga

Wednesday – Run 6 / YBB

Thursday – Run 8 / Pop Physique

Friday – REST

Saturday – Run 9

Sunday – Run 5

Whew…

Truly inspirational.

A great(?) problem that I have: I like cross training too much. Yoga Booty Ballet, Pop Physique, Late Night Yoga, hiking, swimming, etc. are all things I LOVE doing, but takes away from energy I should put towards running when I’m thinking about upcoming races. So I’ve been trying to scale back on the “fun” workouts and talk myself into running more. I should also try to talk myself into calling running a “fun” workout. But HOW?!

Roadtrip #4: Headin’ Down South!

Kasey and I leave for roadtrip numero cuatro in less than 2 days, so naturally the blog has been set up for months! We’re heading down south to cross off 4 more states in my quest to see all 50 before I turn 25!

This trip will be the first that we fly into before driving, the first without my trusty Toyota Yaris, Wendell, and both of us will start in our separate cities.

Psyched to be back on the road!! Follow the blog.

First Marathon!

March 18, 2012: A day I’ve been counting down to for months, finally came and I ran my first marathon!

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Yes, that is my Twitter handle on my race bib.

The “Stadium to the Sea” course of the LA Marathon was an excellent first 26.2 miles to do. The course is relatively flat and gives the runners SUCH a great tour of Los Angeles, starting on the east side at Dodger Stadium and (slowly) winding through Chinatown, downtown, Echo Park, Silver Lake, Hollywood (oh hey, Pantages, Capitol Records, Walk of Fame, and Grauman’s!), West Hollywood, Beverly Hills (right down Rodeo Drive!), Westwood, Brentwood, and finishing basically on the beach in Santa Monica. Whew.

My dad and step mother were in town to see me die race, so the night before they cooked up a delicious, carb-licious dinner of spaghetti, homemade sauce, garlic bread, and grape, walnut and arugula salad. Yum! My LA Family partook in the carb-o-loading alongside me, and also met me along the route: Roommate #1 just up the street from our house at a Sunset and Fountain water stop (where, 12 miles into the race, I demanded chapstick from my race pack he graciously carried up for me) with my spectating parents; Roommate #2 at the mile 16 water stop with his Disney Volunt-ears (who are all training for an October triathlon…crazies!); and the whole group at the finish line!

The ‘Congrats LBK’ sign made me fall to the ground with joy! …it may have also been that my legs gave out.

With this being my first marathon, this is also my first marathon race recap, so…apologies on how disjointed it seems :). The first 5k flew by, as did the second, and I didn’t start really feeling my muscles working until around mile 10 or 11 because of the adrenaline coursing through me. I took advantage of almost every water stop as well as some of the Vaseline boards that a few of the THOUSANDS of spectators were holding out (much appreciated!). At my first ‘Team LBK’ spot, a little after mile 12, I got some much-needed encouragement from my parents and Roommate #1, as my calves were really starting to feel it. Pushing forward, the slight incline up Sunset gave me a little energy boost, and before I knew it I was sailing down Rodeo Drive in the fancy Beverly Hills neighborhood. Cheer Alley helped jumpstart my adrenaline levels on our way onto Santa Monica Blvd., and from there…things went downhill. I took my first walking break around mile 19 as we entered Westwood, and started a one-per-mile trend of walks…each getting a little longer. I was really feeling the fact that my longest training run had been 18.6 miles (I had a pretty miserable cold the weekend that was supposed to be 21 miles, so it never happened), and had a few moments of, “Oh my gosh…am I going to finish this??” Luckily for me, just after mile 23, The Fonz provided some comic relief that powered me through those last (BRUTAL) miles. Henry Winkler is an (active) Emerson alum, as well as LA resident, and had been out supporting the marathoners all morning. Upon seeing him up ahead on the route, I pulled out my earbuds and huffed, “I’m an Emerson alum!” as I approached him. His response was the best possible thing I could have heard: “YES! Run for the Lions!” he screamed and high-fived me. I was beaming, and from there on out had two mantras running through my head: 1. You have to finish to get a medal. (what I’ve ended up repeating to myself at the end of ALL races) and 2. You have to finish so you can tell everyone what The Fonz said!

It actually looks a lot longer than it felt…in retrospect…

Using those motivators, I pulled out the after burners and found my way to the ocean. Turning the bend onto Ocean Avenue as the crowds started to get denser and louder was one of the coolest feelings I’ve ever had. At that point I could see the finish line banner and knew it was actually going to happen. Fighting back emotions (running is harder if you’re crying, fun fact!), all I could think was, “Get. There.” and as soon as I saw my sneakers pass over the finish line, I exhaled and started beaming. I’m pretty sure that stupid grin didn’t leave my face for the rest of the day. Finding my way through the medal, blanket, and water collection spots, I met up with Team LBK where we all sat on the pavement, took (sweaty) finishing pictures, and laughed about the 26.2 miles of things I had seen, thought about, and said.

RELIEF. I AM NOT RUNNING ANYMORE.

I finished.

Oh hey, I wrote this (2)

A Practice In Daydreaming

My hero is a best friend and a ruthless critic. He stands up for me and corrects me when I say that Porto is the capital city of Portugal. My hero tells me that he’s proud of me every day and promises to mar my face with laugh lines in our old age. He is there to hold my hand at any given moment, but pushes me forward when he sees the fear of rejection flash across my face. He is tall and guarded, ambitious and unconditional in supporting his friends. My hero is OK with the fact that I can talk circles around him about media and history, and likes that our Jeopardy scores are almost always the same. He trades home cooked meals for washing the dishes and has an affinity for cable-knit sweaters. My hero gives me time, space, his concern, pretzels, games of Backgammon, and his favorite sweatpants from college.

Read the rest, here.

Oh hey, I wrote this.

Why I Can’t Talk To The Person Who Knows Me Best

You don’t know that I have a tattoo on my wrist; you don’t know that I ran a half-marathon; you don’t know that my hair is past my shoulders and that I’ve lost 10 pounds; and you don’t know that I feel broken. Again.

Read the rest, here.